Opinion; Mother’s Day From a Different Point of View
It seems ages that I’ve been cooped up in this small dark wet space. I don’t even know how I got here in the first place. But the longer I’m here, the less room I seem to have. I can hardly get around. I used to be able to stretch out, move around, punch, kick, do whatever I felt like, but I can’t anymore. I used to like it here, no one bothered me. I ate and slept whenever I wanted. I had no one to answer to. I could hear light pleasant sounds even though I couldn’t see very
